Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I was inspired by the cute cut on some random chick in an eHarmony commercial I saw last night (that now I can't find a pic of, dammit).
Is that pathetic, or does it just mean I am easily motivated?
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I am also eating dinner at the computer, as J is not home from class yet.
My piece of garlic toast (to go along with my scrumptious dinner of Crockpot chicken, hashbrown casserole, and carrots - who said a drunk wife had to be a bad wife?), uh, missed my mouth, and ended up in the floor of the office. Five second rule! When I picked it up, it had a fair amount of cat fur on it. Hmmm....I should really vacuum in here more often.
But I still cleaned it off and ate it. Tasty!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
If you're viewing in Google Reader, you should be able to see the links now (sorry, Tricia!).
It is Saturday night, and instead of being in Austin as planned, I am at home listening to Pandora and playing Scrabble. Ho hum.
So I welcome the chance to fill half an hour until I will allow myself to laze in bed (Thanks, Amanda!)
Why do you blog?
Good fika place?
Confession: I have never heard the term "fika" before and had to look it up. Wikipedia tells me it is "a social institution in Sweden; it means having a coffee with one's colleagues, friends, date, or family." You learn something new every day.
Do you nap a lot?
Who was the last person you hugged?
J, and I squeezed his ass for good measure. If you were hugging him, you'd find it hard to resist, too.
If you were a tree, what tree would you be?
What was the last thing you bought?
What are you listening to right now?
What is your favorite weather?
What’s on your bedside table?
Say something to the person/s who tagged you.
If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be?
On the lake in Austin.
Favorite vacation spot?
Name the things you can’t live without: Burt's Bees Lip Balm. Flops. Bumble & Bumble hair serum. My wedding ring.
What would you like to have in your hands right now?
My missing kitties.
What is your favorite tea flavor?
Sweet and cold (no lemon). I'm pretty Southern that way.
What would you like to get rid of? J has a hideous plaster, psychadelically painted, Elvis head. Yes, you read that right; behold:
I know, as soon as I saw it, I should have run in the opposite direction. (But have I mentioned the squeezability of his ass?). I apologize if it gives you nightmares. It's starting to crumble (see, even the elements think it's hideous!!!) If this were to disappear in such a manner that would not arouse J's suspicion, I would be so happy I'd make the world (or at least the responsible party) homemade chocolate chip pecan cookies.
If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? Wherever Jamie is, just to see her and chat.
What did you want to become as a child?
For a long time, I wanted to be a teacher.
What do you like better, e-mail or telephone calls?
E-mail, because I can save and re-read.
What do you do when you get time alone?
Drink wine and play Scrabble, listen to music and sing along (loudly).
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
It’s only Tuesday, and already it has been a shitty week.
Luckily, it’s a short one for me, as we will be heading to Austin this Thursday night for a long weekend.
Having watched, and been inspired by, The Sound Of Music this weekend, and needing something to get me through the next 2 days, I will share with you a few of my favorite things.
Second-day jeans with my Converse and t-shirt
Cute brand new shoes when they don’t make my feet hurt
Hearing a band and the crowd starts to sing
These are a few of my favorite things
Drunken board game nights with Christopher and Jamie
Taking up bets, and then C has to pay me
When J says he loves me the most when I’m mean
These are a few of my favorite things!
When the day sucks
Have to work late
When the traffic’s bad
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don’t FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
On Wednesday, I spent all day (and $200+) with him, trying to get him in to see a vet. We found out he will need surgery to repair a deteriorating hip joint.
On Thursday morning, after I'd lectured J about keeping him inside, on my watch, he snuck outside.
He has been gone ever since.
And I am devastated.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Some coworkers and I met up after work yesterday to drink beer, eat chips and queso, and play Rock Band. Can I just say that I have found my new purpose in life? I was awesome. I should play buzzed more often.
When I’ve played before, I’ve always sucked and been delegated to singer, which I totally rule at. But last night I was forced to share the mic, and so I tried drums and guitar again, and some kind of magic happened, and I was actually pretty good.
So on the way home last night, I was still in the Spirit of Rock, and was listening to each song on my mp3 with Rock Band potential in mind. Black Betty by Ram Jam came on, and I was nearly overcome by the awesome mental images of myself wailing on the drums on this one.
This is an awesome song anyway – I always picture that scene from Blow, with Johnny Depp strutting through the airport with a suitcase full of drug money.
May your weekend be filled with strut-worthy rock and roll.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
I did something this morning that I never, ever thought I would do.
I bought a pair of Crocs.
More specifically, off-brand drugstore Crocs.
I should note that this purchase was under duress – the “30% of scattered showers” forecast from last night turned into “monsoon conditions” this morning. Dear Weather Dude, You suck ass. Love, Gin.
The 200 yards of uncovered, flood-prone parking lot I have to navigate through each morning, and the fact that I’d left my umbrella at work made an emergency stop at CVS this morning totally necessary. (Also, Dear CVS Dude, When a wet and bedraggled woman comes into your store out of the pouring rain asking where the umbrellas are, that is not the time to make a joke, unless you want said umbrella shoved up your ass. Love, Gin)(Check me out with all those obnoxious mental You Suck letters.) There are few things I hate more than squidgy, wet socks – I’d rather wade through ditch water and discreetly wash my feet in the bathroom than wear wet, then damp, then stiffly-dried-to-my-hairy-legs socks all day.
Anyway, so this morning found me under horrid fluorescent lighting, listening to the musical stylings of Michael McDonald, purchasing the most piece-of-crap-13-effing-dollar umbrella and sad plastic shoes.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
If numerous clearly visible signs, nearly a mile’s worth of orange construction barrels, and the giant flashing LEFT LANE CLOSED AHEAD – MERGE RIGHT aren’t enough notice for you to GET INTO THE RIGHT FUCKING LANE, do not expect me to let your stupid, speed-along-the-side-and-try-to-get-over-at-the-last-possible-second ass over in front of me. Do not get pissed off and give me the finger and tailgate me until you have the opening to gun it and speed around me, only to have me CATCH BACK UP WITH YOU at the next light. Under those circumstances, I wouldn’t even let my grandmother merge in front of me – not that that would ever happen, since she’s not an ASSHOLE.
There is a special kind of hell reserved for you, full of narrow, unpassable, single-lane roads filled with old people in Lincoln Town Cars going 20 mph, their turn signals blinking “Fuck. You. Fuck. You.” May you rot there forever, the veins in your head never quite bursting in release to allow the end of your suffering.
I have never been so excited over the purchase of a household appliance.
It's so pretty and stainless, shiny and new and FUNCTIONAL. It is still in the back of my car - J crashed on the couch and didn't unload it last night. I may go out at lunchtime and bask in the New Microwave smell.